mnischalke

See, I don't even exist on paper. I was only known by a few other members of the SEAL teams and then they only knew me by my codename, Water Moccasin. They called me that because after the surgery, I didn't need scuba gear. I used the gills and the rebreather they implanted. See the scars where the gills used to be, here under my armpits? mike ...red and yellow then came to be, reaching out to me...

Oh yea, back in the Trang...mud all over my tigerstripe cammies...with gook blood flowing down the blade of my battle knife, I called in an B2 airstrike...the AC-130 was cutting through the huts and I was like "Charlie Mike Mike, This is Alpha Bravo. Chech your fire, Over."...Charlie and about 20 of his friends were running right at me and I yelled "Hoooaaaah, Gung Ho Gung Ho." I let em all have it with my GE mini gun...I was screaming, "medic, medic!!" and I notice he was shot too, so, since I only had two bullet wounds in my leg and a little shrapnel in my shoulder, I carried my seal buddy and him outta there because that's our motto "leave no man behind."...Yeah, President Kennedy was really a nice guy. He said, "Sir, for your bravery and anal fortitude, I am pleased to award you with the Medal of Honor."...Well, I wear my ribbons on my cammie blouse when I go to gun shows because the Secretary of the Navy authorized it for me...I got to SEAL Team 2 just as Colonel Boesch, you know, Rudy from Survivor, was leaving...I was going to get on that Combat Missions show, but I couldn't tell them about any of the missions I had been on since they are all classified... mike ...red and yellow then came to be, reaching out to me...

What? I am 6'1" and into DP, DS, SM and a whole bunch of other two letter words. Why would I be worried about your dad? mike ...red and yellow then came to be, reaching out to me...

CLAY!!! Stop scaring the chicks. There aren't enough of them in the first place and there you go, talking about your twisted fantasys and shower stalker dreams. Cut it out and go molest Justin's mom. You're good at it. She told me. mike ...red and yellow then came to be, reaching out to me...

Like a helo jump from about a grand? mike ...red and yellow then came to be, reaching out to me...

I started on my 210th birthday and now I'm 217. Wait, you did mean dog years, right? mike ...red and yellow then came to be, reaching out to me...

Dave, I think Sudsyfist and I had the same thing for breakfast. I wasn't really directing my comments toward you as much as expounding on Sudsy's post from my own experience. I signed the contract with Uncle Sam's Misguided Children two days after the air war in Iraq began and was gone to Parris within two weeks. If that's not swallowing the whole what the hell have you done for your country thing without chewing, I don't know what is. I got an attitude check within three days of landing in northeast africa nearly two years later. My point was that some folks carry that attitude into situations that could be fatal for not only yourself, but those who count on your covering their ass. I think I remarked on the liberal media and the bs web they weave. I totally echo your remarks on the anti-military pricks, who might not care if communist china annexed an undefended America. And dave, you motivate me, future leatherneck. Sorry if my earlier post seemed maliciously directed toward you. mike ...red and yellow then came to be, reaching out to me...

I got to throw this out there. The Talented Mr. Freefly by The Legend Jim Adams Freeflying, Tubes, Swoops, Shockers and Bloopers and even something about burning pallets. WTF else could you need? A way to find a copy. mike ...red and yellow then came to be, reaching out to me...

A giant ass hickey mike ...red and yellow then came to be, reaching out to me...

"what the hell have you done for your country" I have to agree with many of you folks on this one, or at least take a slight tangent. The above quote is the mentality of many who end up dead in a hurry. The medal hunters and glory hounds are often the first ones who get the luxury of a plastic bag transport home. In defense of those who have that motto without ever being under fire, I once sported that saying. The very first patrol in which I was downrange of snipers (albeit shitty ones), I lost that mentality quickly. There's no god, no country, no mom and dad or sally rottencroch for that matter then. There's you and your buddies. If you fuck up, somebody very well could end up in a bag. You take care of them and they will take care of you. I got sent to that rancid country and wasn't too happy about it once I took a look around. I often thought of how much of a dick Clinton was for shipping us over there at the behest of the liberal media to do what? But rather than becoming "why are we here?" guy, I just kept my rifle more clean than my camera and did my job. Another slight tangent, within 20 minutes of landing in Mogadishu, I (a Lance Corporal) was giving no less than six USAF enlisted types between the ranks of E3 and E6 a lesson on that bright, shiny, new (still in the fucking plastic wrap with the little red cap at the end of the barrel) M16 rifle they were so haphazardly carrying. The hour I spent with them in between two hangars teaching rifle maintainence, operation, sighting, target aquisition, magazine loading and especially safety was more than any of them had ever received on this rifle. WTF??? (Clay, you know anything about this?) Maybe those folks were victims of the above saying and took certain "desk" jobs thinking they would never have to get their hands dirty. If I seemed trite in this, sorry. Just how I feel. mike ...red and yellow then came to be, reaching out to me...

BWWWWaaaaaaAAAAaaahhhhaa. I just reread my link. Does anyone know how to play an instrument (Clay, leave Justin and his mom alone on this one)? I want to start a punk/speed metal band (cause distortion is the only hope for my shoddy skills with a guitar) and call it OJs Latest Dead White Girl. Debut album name: If they don't fit, you must aquit. mike ...red and yellow then came to be, reaching out to me...

OJs latest dead white girl mike ...red and yellow then came to be, reaching out to me...

Yall got me thinking about my waders and velcro gloves. mike ...red and yellow then came to be, reaching out to me...

nope, never been to montana. I am however, from Pennsylvania--where men are men and sheep are nervous. And to answer the original question: I vote for whomever my sheep tells me to. mike ...red and yellow then came to be, reaching out to me...

Maybe that was a loaded question... Maybe mommy's who got me into it... mike ...red and yellow then came to be, reaching out to me...

you mean sado-masochism? What's that? Please explain in great detail. mike ...red and yellow then came to be, reaching out to me...

Hank Rollins added this to Tool's "Bottom" ... You've left me no choice but to go inside and rebuild what's broken. Too much, too far, too late to lie down now. I must arm myself to fight you by making weapons out of my imperfections. It's all I have left. There's no other choice. I'm shameless, nameless, nothing, and noone now. But my soul must be iron for my fear is naked. I'm naked and fearless. But I'm dead inside. mike ...red and yellow then came to be, reaching out to me...

Hidden track (69) on Tool's second album. And the rest of the story picks up after about 11 minutes of crickets... It was daylight when you woke up in your ditch. You looked up at your sky then. That made blue be your color. You had your knife there with you too. When you stood up there was goo all over your clothes. Your hands were sticky. You wiped them on your grass, so now your color was green. Oh Lord, why did everything always have to keep changing like this. You were already getting nervous again. Your head hurt and it rang when you stood up. Your head was almost empty. It always hurt you when you woke up like this. You crawled up out of your ditch onto your gravel road and began to walk, waiting for the rest of your mind to come back to you. You can see the car parked far down the road and you walked toward it. "If God is our Father," you thought, "then Satan must be our cousin." Why didn't anyone else understand these important things? You got to your car and tried all the doors. They were locked. It was a red car and it was new. There was an expensive leather camera case laying on the seat. Out across your field, you could see two tiny people walking by your woods. You began to walk towards them. Now red was your color and, of course, those little people out there were yours too. mike ...red and yellow then came to be, reaching out to me...

It was filmed in Morocco. And, I guess probably a much better alternative than the real place. mike ...red and yellow then came to be, reaching out to me...

And the angel of the lord came unto me, snatching me up from my place of slumber. And took me on high, and higher still until we moved to the spaces betwixt the air itself. And he brought me into a vast farmlands of our own midwest. And as we descended, cries of impending doom rose from the soil. One thousand, nay a million voices full of fear. And terror possesed me then. And I begged, "Angel of the Lord, what are these tortured screams?" And the angel said unto me, "These are the cries of the carrots, the cries of the carrots! You see, Reverend Maynard, tomorrow is harvest day and to them it is the holocaust." And I sprang from my slumber drenched in sweat like the tears of one million terrified brothers and roared, "Hear me now, I have seen the light! They have a consciousness, they have a life, they have a soul! Damn you! Let the rabbits wear glasses! Save our brothers!" Can I get an amen? (baaaaahhhhaa) Can I get a hallelujah? (baaaaaaaaaahh) Thank you Jesus. Life feeds on life feeds on life... mike ...red and yellow then came to be, reaching out to me...

*** But I'm afraid I don't think the flm did the rangers etc, justice. It was an emotional film but all the way through it smelled of Hollywood and I feel it was greatly let down at the end. [\quote] Well, this movie had more DOD support than any other movie prior. They wanted Hollywood to get it right. Morocco, the filming location was the biggest flaw in the picture I have seen so far and it's pretty minor at that. mike ...red and yellow then came to be, reaching out to me...

"Let the rabbits wear glasses. . . " We must be on the same wave length. Last week, I was about to use that very same line as a sig. can I get an amen? mike ...red and yellow then came to be, reaching out to me...

Lisa, I was about to go ape shit on our British friends and I read your post. Suddenly I was grounded. You hit the nail on the head. One thing that I can't remember being talked about in the book, which is now coming to light is the fact that al Queda was functioning in Somalia in 1992 and was very strong by the end of 1993. I was in the Mogadishu "International" airport on Dec. 11, 1992. On my ride to the embassy compound, I saw a lot of happy-to-see-me faces mixed in with a bunch of AK-47 muzzles rested, but still pointed in my direction. I got to my "quarters" for the next month and could still smell the human and cattle feces in the room. It seems the civil somalis, had taken over the old embassy school house and turned it into some sort of barn/living quarters, complete with shallow graves 10 feet away. The somalis we hired to clean the place out said that the waste was two feet deep. In their infinite wisdom, the somalis turned a beautiful mediterranian-type vacation town for rich europeans into a disgusting, bullet hole-riddled pigpen in a matter of a few years. Copper plumbing was ripped out of every facility and turned in for scrap (to whom?). They figured they could draw water from elsewhere and just shit wherever they pleased. Trust me, I will never forget the smell of Mogadishu. In that whole town, everyone was a begger or a con, but not one was starving. (Some somali did actually offer his wife to me for three MREs.) Getting out of that city, I saw true horror. People being used as weapons and pawns. There were warlords and there were emaciated piles of skin and bones kinda resembling people. It's disgusting how you can treat your own kind like that. Unfortunately, what most people in the West will never understand is tribalism. If we would have understood it then and not been so easily swayed by the media, we easily could have avoided that whole shit pile like we did with Rowanda, Algeria and many others since. Within within two weeks of my return to mogadishu, I noticed a tremendous swing in our acceptance. We were once the "white heros" but had become satan. In recent years, it has come to light that high-ranking Al Queda members realized they could hit the Americans on "their soil." They began using their power to swing the somali opinion. Violence against the multi-national force became a daily occurance. I thank god that the somalis were horrible marksmen and total buffoons when it came to tactical planning. I was on a few patrols and round-ups that could have gone very wrong very quickly and wound up like the one depicted in Blackhawk Down. But, that early in the game, they had very little organizational skills or tactical experience. When the al Queda became stronger in somalia, they could pull off bigger ops like the one against the Rangers in October. The Brits were in somalia with us, as were the Italians and even some Canadians. It's so sad to hear a few of the holier-than-thou europeans talking smack about things which they know zippy. mike ...red and yellow then came to be, reaching out to me...

Well, come on then. mike ...red and yellow then came to be, reaching out to me...

All you need is a one way ticket. You won't go back. We start at 400 ft MSL. mike ...red and yellow then came to be, reaching out to me...